Wednesday at work
I went up to help an old woman who called to say she'd fallen. She
was laying there on her floor between her bed and a potty her son and
his wife had set up. They were setting up a hospice for her. I told
her I should call 911 (like I'm supposed to), she said she wasn't
hurt and rolled over onto her knees. She started to push herself up,
I held her to make sure she didn't fall back down. She pushed herself
up to the edge of the bed. I held her to make sure she didn't fall
back to the floor. She squirmed her way back into bed.
The son and
daughter-in-law thanked me many times for my help. When I said I hadn't done
anything, they didn't seem to believe me. They said she didn't have
the strength. Today she found the strength to get to her patio door,
open it and pull herself up and over her 16th floor railing.
